Gu Weijing grew up by the river.
But he rarely felt the tranquil power of the water waves.
The surface of the Yangon River is wide, and in the stretch where it flows into the sea, the altitude drops only half a meter per kilometer on average, not a rushing torrent with grand, surging waves.
However, the Yangon River is never, ever quiet.
During the day, there are always various sightseeing cruises and ferries blowing their whistles as they pass by, and even in the relatively calm sunrise or dusk, there are many women with children diligently washing clothes with basins.
Initially, the tourism bureau thought that women doing laundry in the river along the tourist route somewhat affected the city's appearance and had issued notices forbidding it.
Later they discovered that foreign tourists on the cruise ships were quite fond of watching Asians wash clothes in a bustling group, like a flock of noisy chicks.
Very intriguing.
